Right now I feel somewhat despondent. The weather is fabulous outside, yet I'm stuck inside revising for an exam in August. I know it's far away, but I cannot for the life of me get my head around it, hence why I'm doing it in August, having failed the first time round.
It's about Tax law, and I really really really fucking hate Tax law. I'm sorry, but it's just the most uninspiring pile of tods I've had the misfortune to encounter. It's for boring twats who like boring twatty things like Paulo Nutini and Emmerdale. I suppose it's important, but it's so boring, and I'm terrible at it. I can't do maths, and the whole thing is structured like mathematical problems, and it just goes into my brain, gets muddled up with various things and then pathetically flops out again like a jellyfish caught in a childs fishing net. I'd rather just not do it, but if I want to finish my degree I have to. Bollocks.
There was some thunder and lighting earlier, that was quite good, it was really gloomy and overcast, more like November than July, and then the heavens opened, and we were treated to a good display. I love that kind of weather, it's so emotive and well, atmospheric, I love thunder storms and would gladly sit through more of them.
The Shipping Forecast is now in BBC iplayer. I personally adore the shipping forecast. I grew up spitting distance from the wild, open and cold North Sea, so it was natural curiosity which drove me towards it.
I could never sleep as a child, so started listening to BBC Radio 4 and The World Service from a very young age, mainly as my parents despaired as to what to do with me. The Shipping Forecast is on every night just before 01:00, preceded by Sailing By, and it's the last thing on before the Anthem and the switchover to TWS. Back then I had no idea what it was like at sea, and the names sounded wild and strange to me, and I wanted to go there. I've done a fair bit of sailing in my time, and raced to Norway with a group of other teenagers in a tiny little boat when I was 16 . So now I know what it looks like when the rain batters against the window and Charlotte Green is reading out those strange names and numbers.
Some people find it comforting, I don't, the sea isn't comforting, it's big and cold and wet and dangerous. I find it more romantic, as I associate it with freedom and some of the best experiences of my life, and I want more than anything a little boat to take out there.
Recently I've been being domestic, I just made rye bread, and it's yummy. I always find it helpful to add a handful of dried fruit, it really adds to the flavour.
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